| Take me away, Sir, from the mirror of the past
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| The tears are dripping in the eternal well
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| And ripples on the surface create
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| Impenetrable cells surround the seconds of our lives.
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| All unspoken,
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| There is no one left I can confess to.
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| All unspoken
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| I can swallow up the letters of those sentences.
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| All unspoken,
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| A tongue, as carved from a throat.
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| All unspoken,
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| Writing alone on the wall of tears.
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| The presents has been scattered into the dust
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| Why do I wake up in the past?
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| I can see through blind eyes
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| Into the kingdom of the fallen.
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| The words I haven’t spoken
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| Are disappearing in the depths of buried hopes.
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| In the echoes of unlived tomorrows
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| I learn to listen to the steps of solitude.
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| Dancing shadows create a silhouette
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| Of celestial freedom and connection.
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| I’m waiting by the wall of tears.
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| Outsider the borders of time, inside the temple of light.
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| The unspoken desires
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| When you couldn’t peer into my soul.
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| Unspoken admissions follow you
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| You drift through my world toward my arms
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| Without prejudice and monotony. |